Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 45

The moon hangs in the sky like a silver plate, not a single star can be seen, and even the shadows of the people on the ground appear thin and transparent, they are small figures intertwined against the afterglow of the cold moonlight.

All sounds are silent.

Occasionally, the cold winter wind blows from a distant place, diffuses the lights of thousands of houses, accompanied by the whimpering wind brought by the cold moonlight, like the ringing of wind chimes at night.In the silence, there was only one family with a closed wooden door. There was a dim yellow light in the yard, through the thin barrier of the lantern, stubbornly sticking out its head, refusing to be inferior to the bright moon.

The thin figure stood in the courtyard, exercising his body rigorously, every movement was simple and elegant, and there was no trace of inconsistency.

His face is elegant and handsome, his eyes reflect the light of the bright moon at night, his gestures are calm and unhurried, he suddenly looks like a banished immortal standing in the world, the smoke and fire on his body is very light, as if he is about to ride in the next moment wind away.

Winter nights are always cold, the moon is holy and perfect, but there is no temperature.

Fortunately, on the stone table not far from the man, a jug of wine was being warmed, and the flames of the small stove licked and lingered wantonly, occasionally making subtle hissing and popping sounds, which added a little smoke to him.

After a long time, the people in the courtyard stopped their movements, turned around and sat in front of the stone table, picked up the warmed jug, and poured themselves a glass of warm wine.

Holding the wine cup with his long and strong white palm, aiming at the bright moon in the sky, Gu Dan chanted: "Raise the glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people."

The moonlight, the lamp, and him, aren't they exactly three people?
"Clap!"

Who would have thought that there would be a crisp popping sound from the small stove that had been warming the wine, and a small tongue of unwilling fire poked out, but the winter night was too cold after all, and I had to go back in a hurry.

"what"

Gu Dan couldn't help laughing, "Okay, okay, count you in, let's count you in! That's four people. Well, toast to four people!"

He picked up the wine cup and drank it down.

The warm spirits slid down the throat and into the stomach, and boundless warmth suddenly rose, pushing away the coldness of the outside world.

"How can there be four people? It would be better to have more!"

Suddenly there was a sound from the courtyard door. Accompanied by a creaking sound, the wooden door was pushed open. A tall, burly man who looked like a giant stood there with a black package in his hand.

The bright moon hanging high in the sky was left behind by him, and the moonlight added to him, but it couldn't make him retreat even a little bit.

Hearing the familiar voice, Gu Dan suddenly stood up, a little surprised, but more surprised: "Brother Mo?!"

The burly and tall man walked over, sat down at the stone table without any politeness, threw the package on the ground, picked up the jug and poured it into his mouth.

After taking a few gulps of strong wine, Mo Qiu reluctantly put down the jug, looked at Gu Dan, and said with a smile: "I have nowhere to go at night, so I want to come to your place to ask for a drink."

Gu Dan smelled a strong smell of medicine, which he was all too familiar with, and it was the medicine he had personally concocted to heal wounds.

"Are you injured?"

Gu Dan frowned. Mo Qiu's martial arts were already top-notch in the world more than ten years ago, and today they are far superior to those in the past. He can be injured. It is conceivable how terrifying the flesh and blood battlefield in Yuzhou is.

"A little injury, what's the point?"

Mo Qiu smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously. Instead, he picked up the package that was still on the ground and put it on the stone table.

Without further ado, the package is opened to reveal the contents hidden inside.

The first thing to enter is a large piece of jade that is about the size of a human head?It looks like jade but not jade, like stone but not stone, some are in between, not transparent and flawless, there are many white patterns inside, like spider webs spreading, what is strange is that when you look at it with the naked eye, those white The pattern like a fog cobweb is moving slowly.

Only at this time did Gu Dan realize that strands of extremely warm power seemed to be soaking into his body, warming his body at an extremely slow but unwavering speed.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was about to practice viscera, it would be really difficult to notice this subtle change.

Gu Dan's eyes widened unconsciously, and he felt a dryness in his throat inexplicably, "This is."

"The stone that fell in Yuzhou." Mo Qiu said bluntly.

"Fairy Stone?!"

Gu Dan really didn't expect that he would have the chance to see Xianshi with his own eyes.

"It is indeed different. There is a special power, which is probably the aura driven by the immortals in the storyteller's mouth." Mo Qiu did not refute, and said bluntly: "Even if you don't do anything, just carrying it is enough to make people healthy and healthy." , Prolonging life should be a no-brainer."

Gu was worried and set off a turbulent wave. The meteorite that fell in Yuzhou was really a spirit stone!
And Mo Qiu really managed to get it. Apart from a head-sized spirit stone, there were several fist-sized or even finer spirit stones lying there quietly.

The spirit stone doesn't shine, but in Gu Dan's eyes, it is far brighter and brighter than the moon, illuminating his seemingly silent heart.

Cultivating Immortals, it's true!
For Gu Dan, what is really precious is not the spirit stone in front of him, but the existence of the spirit stone, and that is enough.

Immortality is not vain to him, but a person living in the world without a purpose is like duckweed in the wind.

Even if it will never change, what is the meaning of not having the slightest pursuit?

Living is not everything, living meaningfully is interesting.

Ordinary people seek immortality to seek immortality, and they don't need to worry about longevity, they just want to see the scenery at a higher place.

At the moment when he saw the spirit stone, when he felt the difference, Gu Dan felt joy from the bottom of his heart.

The joy did not go to Gu Dan's mind, he quickly reacted, and asked quickly: "Brother Mo, since you got the spirit stone, why do you need to go back to the imperial capital?! The master of Wanjun can still wait for the opportunity If you run away, it will be really dangerous in the imperial capital!"

Why is he willing to stay in the imperial capital?
Because without causing trouble, the imperial capital is theoretically one of the safest places.

No matter how much trouble there is outside, unless the country is about to perish, the imperial capital should have the best law and order and the most comprehensive defenses.

No matter how rare master-level masters are, there must be some in the imperial capital.

On the other hand, if you want to make troubles, you'd better not die in the imperial capital. Crouching tigers hide dragons here, where a country's heritage is supported, and there are some old monsters if you don't keep it all.

Snatching the fairy stone and hiding in the imperial capital is definitely not some kind of black light, it's just thinking about it, looking for trouble for nothing.

Darkness under the lights has always been a forced and helpless choice!

The sky is big and the earth is big, far away from the important place of the imperial capital, where is it not a place to hide?Gu Dan didn't believe that Mo Qiu couldn't even figure out such a reason.

"Why don't you come back?"

Mo Qiu shook his head slightly, "Emperor Zong Ming has longed to seek immortality for more than twenty years. Now that the so-called immortal fate has come to the world, he will definitely not give up if he doesn't get it. I don't know how many bloody storms will be caused by that time. Ning. Sending Xianyuan into his hands, it is worth it if the matter can be calmed down."

Gu Dan opened his eyes wide, understood what Mo Qiu meant, and asked in disbelief: "You want to give this fairy stone to Emperor Zongming?!"

(End of this chapter)